Tales from Mid-Air

As a three year old, I wore red cowboy hats and wrote stories in the margins. As a five year old, I dug for clay under swingsets and jumped from slides with "Wonder Woman" as my battle cry. My dad died when I was six because he drank too much. My Mama's heart broke when I was 26; I couldn't fix it. I've spent my life in Denver, living and loving. I'm a restless spirit who is finally seeing the peace in every day--who finally loves where she is and who she is just because it is what it is. I'm a human being. I make mistakes. I keep learning, though, and try to teach others what I know to be true. This is just me--in all my ugly/beautiful glory. I've got some stories to tell.

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